You don't need to try, it's already about you.

I need people to hook me up. Its holidays right? Besides working, playing guitar and sleeping I actually need some social activity? Ballers, rockers and fags out there....By the way, there plenty of stuff to blog about now. Lots and lots of it. But its not the time. Time to relax now...so lets just forget the pain and suffering that's packaged with life.

SS wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Gonna mug for geog. Visitors link please, just leave you're address and I'll link you up after exams. All the best to those mid-way through the final lap!

It's difficult not to identify with anyone, not to belong anywhere and yet lacking the intiative to reach out and beg as a scavenger should. Misconceptions and doubts. My fucking paranoid ass isn't making things any easier. Everyday, every second I breathe. It really, really sucks. Its like not finding it no matter what you would give to get. Yeah, that's how fucking let-down I am by relationships. I'm just melodramatic, isolated and bloody weird. Isn't it. People do stereotyping all the time, but I'm just a label-less, broken, "what-the-hell-you-call-this-shit?". I just can't stand you, so dont force it. Or you're going down with me. Cause part of you is exactly like me, just search for it like I did, and the pits' ours. Anyway, you fucks want a rational, joyrous teeny-bopper, you've got one: 'O's not as bad as I expected. Practicals, chinese and literature were good. Good to say goodbye forever to secondary school chinese and Krishna and co.. Like two weeks later, I'm gonna post some shit that the chapter's closed. Gonna play ball, work, jam with those idiots, just do stuff to keep my mind occupied. Sounds decent..... But I've still gotta hold it all inside. and it's all in how you mix the twoand it starts just where the light existsit's a feeling that you cannot missand it burns a holethrough everyone that feels itwell your never gonna find itif your looking for itwon't come your waywell you'll never find itif your looking for itshould've done something but I've done it enoughby the way your hands were shakingrather waste some time with youand you never would have thought in the endhow amazing it feels just to live againit's a feeling that you cannot missit burns a hole through everyone that feels itshould've said something but I've said it enoughby the way my words were fadedrather waste some time with you.